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FROM THE LIBRARY OF 
REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. 

BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO 

THE LIBRARY OF 

PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY 












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PREFACE. 



This collection of sacred songs is designed to embrace the very 
best of the popular religious melodies adapted to Social 
Worship. 

No reasonable expense has been spared in securing the use of 
copyrights. In only a few instances have we failed to secure 
what we desired ; and those cases of failure we cannot greatly 
deplore. 

We have aimed to make the collection sufficiently com- 
prehensive for exclusive use, where it may bo chosen ; we have 
therefore included some of the best of the old standard music. 



Copyrighted, 1876, by the Universalist Publishing House 



Wright & Potter Printing Company, 
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1 We would leave, O God ! to thee 
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Thou canst dry the bitter tear. 



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Care with all a Father's love ; 

Thou canst make each earthly woe 
Work to higher bliss above. 



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2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore 

The melodious songs of the blest, 
And our spirits shall sorrow no more, 
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest. 
In the sweet, etc. 

3 To our bountiful Father above, 

We will offer the tribute of praise, 
For the glorious gift of his love, 

And the blessings that hallow our days ! 

4 We shall rest on that beautiful shore, 

In the joys of the saved we shall share ; 
All our pilgrimage-toil will be o'er, 

And the conqueror's crown we shall wear. 
In the sweet, etc. 

5 We shall meet, we shall sing, we shall reign 

In the land where the saved never die ! 
We shall rest free from sorrow and pain, 
Safe at home in the sweet by-and-by. 
In the sweet, etc. 



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4 At the name of Jesus bowing, 

Falling prostrate at his feet, [him, 

King of kings in heav'n we'll crown 

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Let them revile me and scoff at my name, 
Laugh at my weeping, endeavor to shame, 
I will go forward, for this is my theme, 

There, there is rest, there is rest. 

3 Here are afflictions and trials severe, 

Here is no rest, is no rest. 
Here I must part with the friends I hold dear, 

Yet I am blest, I am blest. 
Sweet is the promise I read in his word, 
Blessed are they who have died in the Lord ; 
They have been called to receive their reward. 

There, there is rest, there is rest. 



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4 " Lord, whence are those blood-drops 

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Love changed to cruel hate ; 
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3 They knew to whom their trust was given, 

They could not doubt his word ; 
Before them beamed the light of heaven, 
The presence of their Lord. 

4 O, may a faith as true be ours, 

And shed as pure a light 
Of peace across the darkest hours, 
And make the last one bright ! 

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1 Almighty God ! in trustful prayer 

To thee our souls we lift ; 
Do thou our waiting minds prepare 
For thy most needful gift. 

2 We ask not golden streams of wealth 

Along our path to flow ; 
We ask not undecaying health, 
Nor length of years below ; 

3 We ask not honors, which an hour 

May bring and take away ; 
We ask not pleasure, pomp, and power, 
Lest we should go astray. 

4 We ask for wisdom ; — Lord, impart 

The knowledge how to live ; 
A wise and understanding heart 
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In silence lay the unbreathing wire ; 
But when he swept its chords along, 
Then angels stooped to hear the song. 
So sleeps the soul, till thou, O Lord, 
Shalt deign to touch the lifeless chord ; 
Then, waked by thee, its breath shall rise 
In music worthy of the skies. 

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Good the final Goal of 111. 

Oh, yet, we trust that somehow good 
Will be the final goal of ill, 
To pangs of nature, sins of will, 

Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; 

That nothing walks with aimless feet, 
That not one life shall be destroyed, 
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Our strength proved false, our pride was vain ; 
Our dreams have faded all at length ; 
We come to thee, O Lord, again. 

4 A guide to trembling steps yet be ; 

Give us of thine eternal powers ; 
So shall our paths all lead to thee, 
And life smile on like childhood's hours. 

II. 

1 Is there a lone and dreary hour, 

When worldly pleasures lose their power? 
My Father ! let me turn to thee, 
And set each thought of darkness free. 

2 Is there a time of racking grief, 
Which scorns the prospect of relief? 
My Father ! break the cheerless gloom, 
And bid my heart its calm resume. 

3 Is there an hour of peace and joy, 
When hope is all my soul's employ ? 
My Father ! still my hopes will roam, 
Until they rest with thee, their home. 

4 The noontide blaze, the midnight scene, 
The dawn, or twilight's sweet serene, 
The glow of life, the dying hour, 
Shall own my Father's grace and power. 



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Nor lay thine armor down ; 
The work of faith will not be done, 
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He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, 
To his divine abode. 



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1 How glorious is the hour 

When first our souls awake, 
And through thy spirit's quickening 
Of the new life partake ! [ power 

2 With richer beauty glows 

The world, before so fair; 
Her holy light religion throws, 
Reflected everywhere. 



Amid repentant tears, 

We feel sweet peace within ; 

We know the God of mercy hears, 
And pardons every sin. 

Born of thy spirit, Lord, 
Thy spirit may we share ; 

Deep in our hearts inscribe thy word, 
And place thine image there. 



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1 Teach me, my God and King, 

Thy will in all to see : 
And what I do in anything, 
To do it as for thee ! 

2 To scorn the senses' sway, 

While still to thee I tend; 
In all I do, be thou the way, 
In all, be thou the end. 



3 All may of thee partake ; 

Nothing so small can be, 
But draws, when acted for thy sake, 
Greatness and worth from thee. 

4 If done beneath thy laws, 

E'en servile labors shine ; 
Hallowed is toil, if this tire cause : 
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We're homeward bound. 
Steady, O pilot ! stand firm at the wheel, 
Steady ! we soon shall outweather the gale ; 
O, how we fly 'neath the loud-creaking sail, 

We're homeward bound. 

3 Into the harbor of heaven now we glide, 

We're home at last ; 
Softly we drift on its bright silver tide, 

We're home at last. 
Glory to God ! all our dangers are o'er, 
We stand secure on the glorified shore ; 
Glory to God ! we will shout evermore, 

We're home at last. 



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Remember ! I'm the sinner 

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Tell me that story always, 

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4 Faith in his name forbids my fear : 

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5 And when the night of death shall come, 

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The love which triumphs o'er the tomb, 
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1 Keturn, my soul, unto thy rest, 

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From lonely woes that wring thy breast, 
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The sea shall divide; 
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Then to thy rest, my soul, return, 
From passions every hour at strife ; 

Sin's works, and ways, and wages spurn, 
Lay hold upon eternal life. 

God is thy rest ; — with heart inclined 
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Thy presence thro' my journey shine, 
And crown my journey's end. 

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1 With joy we hail the sacred day, 

Which God has called his own ; 
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To worship at his throne. 

2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair ! 

As here thy servants throng 
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And pour the grateful song. 

3 Spirit of Grace! 0, deign to dwell 

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With a zeal he will not own. — Refr. 

5 Pining souls ! come nearer Jesus ; 

Come, but come not doubting thus, 

Come with faith that trusts more freely 

His great tenderness for us. — Refr. 

6 If our love were but more simple 

We should take him at his word ; 
And our lives would be all sunshine 
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Peace that ever shall endure, 
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1 'Tis a point I long to know, — 

Oft it causes anxious thought, — 
Do I love the Lord or no ? 
Am I his, or am I not ? 

2 If I love, why am I thus ? 

Why this dull and lifeless frame ? 
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Who have never heard his name. 



3 If I pray, or hear, or read, 

Sin is mixed with all I do ; 
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Tell me, is it thus with you ? 

4 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, 

Find my sin a grief and thrall ; 
Should I grieve for what I feel, 
If I did not love at all ! 



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Trial Profitable. 



1 'Tis my happiness below, 

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But the Saviour's power to know, 
Sanctifying every loss. 

2 Trials must and will befall ; 

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Love inscribed upon them all, 
This is happiness to me. 

3 Trials make the promise sweet, 
Trials give new life to prayer; 
Bring me to my Father's feet, 
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4 And when my task on earth is done, 

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E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, 

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3 The consecrated cross I'll bear, 
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And then go home, my crown to wear ; 
For there's a crown for me. 



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1 Thou rock of my salvation, haste; 

Extend thine ample shade, 
And let it over me be cast, 
To screen my naked head. 

2 Defend me in this trying hour ; 

My sure protection be ; 
My shelter from the tempest's pow'r, 
Till I am fixed on thee. 



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Assert thy rightful sway ; 
Till earth, subdued, its tribute brings, 
And distant lands obey. 

2 Ride forth, victorious Conq'ror, ride, 

Till all thy foes submir, 
And all the powers of hell resign 
Their trophies at thy feet. 

3 Send forth thy word, and let it fly 

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Till every soul beneath the sun 
Shall hear the joyful sound. 

4 may the great Redeemer's name 

Through every clime be known, 
And heathen gods, forsaken, fall, 
And Jesus reign alone. 

5 From sea to sea, from shore to shore, 

Be thou, Christ, adored, 
And earth, with all her millions shout 
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" The King in his beauty," an' our ain countrie. 
My sins hae been mony, and my sorrows hae been sair ; 
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Sinful, to thy fountain fly, 
Wash me, Saviour, or I die. 



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When I soar to worlds unknown, 
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3 Like a bairn to its mither, a wee birdie to its nest, 

I wad fain be ganging noo unto my Saviour's breast, 

For he gathers in his bosom witless worthless lambs like me, 

An' " he carries them himself " to his ain countrie. 

He's faithfu' that hath promised, he'll surely come again, 

He'll keep his tryst wi' me, at what hour I dinna ken ; 

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To gang at ony moment to my ain countrie. 

4 So I'm watching aye, and singing o' my hame as I wait, 
For the soun'ing o' his footfa' this side the gowden gate, 
God gie his grace to ilk ane wha listens noo to me, 
That we may a' gang in gladness to our ain countrie. 

The earth is fleck'd wi' flowers, mony tinted fresh and tray ; 
The birdies warble blithely, for my Father made them sac ; 
But these sichts an' these soun's will as naething be to me, 
When I hear the angels singing in my ain countrie. 



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3 There I shall bathe my weary soul . 
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O Thou who giv*st us life and breath, 

We seek thy grace alone, [death, 
In chiidhood, manhood, age, and 

To keep us still thine own ! 



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Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve; 
Because thy promise I believe, 

O Lamb of God ! I come, I come ! 

Just as I am, — thy love, unknown, 
Hath broken every barrier down ; 
Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone, 
O Lamb of God ! I come, I come ! 



II. 

1 The stars of heaven are shining on, 

Tho' these frail eyes are dimm'd with tears; 
And though the hopes of earth be gone, 
Yet are not ours th' immortal years ? 

2 There shall no doubts disturb its trust, 

No sorrows dim celestial love; 
But these afflictions of the dust, 
Like shadows of the night, remove. 

3 That glorious life will well repay 

This life of toil and care, and woe : 
O Father ! joyful on my way, 
To drink the bitter cup, I go. 



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4 Jesus saves me, he is mine : 

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5 Jesus saves, he saves from sin, 

Jesus saves, I feel him nigh ; 

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1 Lord, now we part, in thy blest name, 
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To work thy will and spread thy praise. 

2 Teach us in life and death to bless 

The Lord, our strength and righteousness; 
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Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely pressed : 
Come unto me, all ye who droop in sadness, 
Come unto me, and I will give you rest! 



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3 All the loving links that bind us, 
While the days are going by ; 
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38 WORK, FOR THE NIGHT IS COMING. 

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4 Work, for the night is coming, 

Work, while the fields are white ; 
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REST FOR THE WEARY. 



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But in that celestial center 
I a crown of life shall wear. — Cho. 



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We'll stand the storm, etc. 

3 My conflicts here will soon be past, 

Where wild distraction reigns ; 
Through toil and death I'll reach at last 
Fair Canaan's happy plains. 
We'll stand the storm, etc. 

4 Oh, could I cross rough Jordan's wave, 

No danger would I fear ; 
My bark would every tempest brave, 
For oh ! my Captain's near. 
We'll stand the storm, etc. 



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4 Death itself shall then be vanquished, 

And his sting shall be withdrawn. 
Shout for gladness, O ye ransomed, 
Hail with joy the rising morn. — Cho. 

5 Sing, oh sing, ye heirs of glory ! 

Shout your triumph as you go ! 
Zion's gate will open for you, 

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4 Jesus, we come at thy command ; 

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Resign our spirits to thy hand, 

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1 When darkness long has veiled my mind, 

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Then, my Creator ! then I find 
The folly of my doubts and fears. 

2 Straight I upbraid my wandering heart, 

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Thus prone to act so base a part, 
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3 Oh ! let me then at length be taught, 

What I am still so slow to learn, — 
That God is love, and changes not, 
Nor knows the shadow of a turn. 

4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat ! 

But when my faith is sharply tried, 
I find myself a learner yet, 

Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide. 

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5 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 

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The Almighty God who was, and is, 
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2 To thee let every tongue be praise, 

And every heart be love ; 
All grateful honors paid on earth, 
And nobler songs above. 



WHAT A FBIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS. 



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Take it to the Lord in prayer. 
Can we find a Friend so faithful, 

Who will all our sorrows share ? 
Jesus knows our every weakness, 

Take it to the Lord in prayer. 



3 Are we weak and heavy laden, 

Cumbered with a load of care ? 
Precious Saviour, still our refuge, — 

Take it to the Lord in praver. 
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee! 

Take it to the Lord in prayer. 
In his arms he'll take and shield thee, 

Thou wilt find a solace there. 



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4 To-morrow will be time enough 

To feel your harsh control ; 
Ye shall not violate this day, 
The Sabbath of the soul. 



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1 Here cares and angry passions cease, 

For saints together meet 
To spend an hour of prayer and peace 
At their Redeemer's feet. 

2 No sculptured wonders meet the sight, 

Nor pictured saints appear, 
Nor storied window's gorgeous light, 
For God himself is here. 

3 Glory to God ! who deigns to bless 

This consecrated day, 
Unfolds his wondrous promises, 
And makes it sweet to pray. 



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Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure. :|| 

3 Here see the Bread of Life; see waters flowing 

Forth from the throne of God, pure from above; 
||: Come to the feast of love ; come, ever knowing, 
Earth has no sorrow but Heaven can remove. :|| 



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4 Glory to God ! who deigns to hear 
The humblest sigh we raise, 
And answers every heart-felt prayer, 
And hears our hymn of praise. 



48 I'M NEAEER MY HOME. 

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Now tread upon its brink ; 
And I may be nearer my home 
Than even I now may think. 
I'm nearer my home, etc. 

6 Father, perfect my trust ; 

Strengthen my feeble faith ; 
Oh, bear me triumphantly o'er, 
Though crossing the river death 
I'm nearer my home, etc. 



3 Nearer the bound of life 

Where we lay our burdens down ; 
I'm nearer leaving the cross, 
And nearer wearing the crown. 
I'm nearer my home, etc. 

4 But lying dark between, 

And winding through the night, 
In silence that unknown stream 
Is bearing us to the light. 
I'm nearer my home, etc. 



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Or like the morning flower ; [field, 
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It withers in an hour. 



2 But thy compassions, Lord, 
To endless years endure ; 
And children's children ever find 
Thy words of promise sure. 



II. 

Communion with God. 



My heavenly Father calls, 
And Christ invites me near ; 

With both my friendship shall be 
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And my communion dear. 



God pities all my griefs ; 

He pardons every day ; 
Almighty to protect my soul, 

And wise to guide my way. 



Laborers of Christ, arise, 
And gird you for the toil ! 

The dew of promise from the skies 
Already cheers the soil. 



3 Jesus, my living Head, 
I bless thy faithful care ; 
My Advocate before the throne, 
And my Forerunner there. 



4 Here fix my roving heart ; 
Here wait my warmest love, 
Till the communion be complete, 
In nobler scenes above. 

III. 

Active Effort. 

3 Be faith, which looks above, 

With prayer, your constant guest; 
And wrap the Saviour's changeless 
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A mantle round your breast. 



Go where the sick recline, 

Where mourning hearts deplore ; 
And where the sons of sorrow pine, 

Dispense your hallowed store. 



4 So shall you share the wealth 
That earth may ne'er despoil, 
And the blest gospel's saving health 
Repay your arduous toil. 



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The wind that tossed my foundering 

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Deep horror then my vitals froze ; 
Death-struck,I ceased the tide to stem, 
When suddenly a star arose, — 
It was the Star of Bethlehem. 



It was my guide, my light, my all ; 
It bade my dark forebodings cease ; 
And, through the storm and danger s 

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It led me to the port of peace. 
Now safely moored, my perils o'er, 
I'll sing, — first in night's diadem,— 
Forever and for evermore, 
The Star, the Star of Bethlehem. 



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Salvation on earth, and a mansion in heaven. — Home, etc. 
Allure me no longer, ye false-glowing charms ! 
The Saviour invites me — I'll go to his arms : 
At the banquet of mercy I hear there is room ; 
Oh ! there may I feast with his children at home. — Home, etc. 

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Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, 
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ; 
A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, 
Which, seek thro' the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. 

Home, home — sweet, sweet home — 
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. 
An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain ; 
Oh ! give me my lowly thatched cottage again ; 
The birds singing gaily that came at my call, — 
Give me them, with the peace of mind, dearer than all. — Home, etc. 
I gaze on the moon, as I trace the drear wild, 
And feel that my parents now think of their child ; 
They look on that moon from their own cottage door, 
Thro' woodbines whose fragrance shall cheer me no more. — Home, etc. 



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3 Why should this anxious load 

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4 His goodness stands approved, 
Unchanged from day to day : 
I'll drop my burden at his feet, 
And bear a song away. 



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1 Did Christ o'er sinners weep, 

And shall our cheeks be dry ? 
Let floods of penitential grief 
Burst forth from every eye. 

2 The Son of God in tears 

The wond'ring angels see ; 



Be thou astonish'd, my soul ; 
He shed those tears for thee. 



3 He wept that we might weep ; 
Each sin demands a tear : 
In heaven alone no sin is found, 
And there's no weeping there. 

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III. 

Desire to find God 
1 My Father bids me come ; 12 Father, the hindrance show, 

Oh, why do I delay ? Which I have failed to see ; 

He calls the wandering spirit home, i And let me now consent to know 
And yet from him I stay. What keeps me far from thee. 



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Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 
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Peace is there that knows no measure, 

Joys that through all time abide. 



I'M GOING HOME. 



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3 While here a stranger, far from home, 
Affliction's waves may round me foam; 
And though like Lazarus, sick and poor, 
My heavenly mansion is secure. 

I'm going home, etc. 

4 Let others seek a home below, 

Which flames devour, or waves o'erflow; 
Be mine the happier lot to own, 
A heavenly mansion near the throne. 
I'm going home, etc. 



Then fail this earth, let stars decline, 
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All nature sink, and cease to be, 
That heavenly mansion stands for me. 
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In darkness feels no doubt. 

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And then, whatever may come, 
We'll taste, e'en here, the hallow'd bliss 
Of an eternal home. 



The Garner of God. 

1 Come, thou omniscient Son of man, 

Display thy sifting power ; 
Come, with thy Spirit's winnowing fan, 
And thoroughly purge thy floor. 

2 The chaff of sin, th' accursed thing, 

Far from our souls be driven : 
The wheat into thy garner bring, 
And lay us up for heaven. 

3 Whate'er offends thy glorious eyes, 

Far from our hearts remove ; 
As dust before the whirlwind flies, 
Disperse it by thy love. 

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From every sin set free ; 
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3 Lord ! I believe ; but oft, I know, 

My faith is cold and weak ; 
Strengthen my weakness, and bestow 
The confidence I seek ! 

4 Yes, I believe ; and only thou 

Canst give my soul relief; 
Lord ! to thy truth my spirit bow, 
Help thou my unbelief. 



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Each other's cross to bear ; 

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And feel his brother's care. 

2 Help us to build each other up, 

Our little stock improve ; 
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Brings every blessing from above. 

3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ; 
Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright ; 
And Satan trembles when he sees 

The weakest saint upon his knees. 

II. 

Christ invites u.s. 

1 With tearful eyes I look around, 
Life seems a dark and stormy sea ; 
Yet, 'midst the gloom, I hear a sound, 
A heavenly whisper, " Come to Me/ 

Oh, voice of mercy ! voice of love ! 
In conflict, grief, and agony, 
Support me, cheer me from above ! 
And gently whisper, " Come to Me." 



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4 Up into thee, our living Head, 
Let us in all things grow, 
Till thou hast made us free indeed, 
And spotless here below. 



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Thy faith, and thine alone, 
Can change the leper's spots, 
And melt the heart of stone. — Cho. 

3 I now in Christ abide — 
In him is perfect rest ; 
Close sheltered at his side, 
I am divinely blest. — Cho. 



4 When from my dying bed 
My ransomed soul shall rise, 
Then " Jesus is my all " 

Shall rend the vaulted skies. — Cho. 

5 And when before the throne 
I stand in him complete, 
I'll lay my trophies down, 
All down at Jesus' feet. — Cho. 



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He will give the light I need, 
He my trembling steps will lead. 

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In my weakness, thus shall I 
Learn to live and learn to die. 

Learn to live in peace and love, 
Like the perfect ones above : — 
Learn to die without a fear, 
Feeling Thee, my Father, near. 



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1 Lord, that I may learn of thee, 
Give me true simplicity : 
Wean my soul, and keep it low, 
Willing thee alone to know. 

2 Of my boasted wisdom spoiled, 
Docile, helpless as a child : 

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1 "I hear the Saviour say," 
All ye by sin oppressed, 
Laden with burdens sore, 
Come, I will give you rest. 

Cno — Rest I give to all, 
Rest to every soul, 
Sick and sorrowing, come to 
For I will make you whole. 

2 O ye, whose burdens seem 
Greater than you can bear ; 



Only seeing in thy light, 
Only walking in thy might. 

3 Then infuse the living grace, 
Truthful soul of righteousness ; 
Knowledge, love divine impart,- 
Life eternal to my heart. 



Give to All. 

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Faint not, I'm with you still ; 
You are my special care. — Cho. 

3 O take my yoke and learn 
Of me, who for your sake, 
Did all your burdens bear, 
Did all your sorrows take. — Clio. 

4 Be of a lowly heart, 
Meekness dwell in your breast ; 
So shall you be like me, 
So shall your souls find rest. — Cho. 



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Father, in thy grace appear, 
To thy human temples come. 

3 Come, in this accepted hour, 

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Fill us with thy glorious power, 
Rooting out the seeds of sin. 

4 Nothing more can we require, " 
We will covet nothing less ; 
Be thou all our heart's desire, 
Be our heaven, in holiness ! 



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God's Guardian Care. 



1 Heavenly Father, gracious name ! 
Night and day his love the same ! 
Far be each suspicious thought, 
Every anxious care forgot ! 

2 What if death my sleep invade •% 
Should I be of death afraid? 



While encircled by thine arm, 
Death may strike, but cannot harm. 

4 With thy heavenly presence blest, 
Death is life, and labor rest ; 
Welcome sleep or death to me, 
Still secure, — for still with thee. 



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Invocation. 



1 Sov'reign and transforming Grace ! 

We invoke thy quickening power ; 
Reign the spirit of this place, 
Bless the purpose of this hour. 

2 Holy and creative Light ! 

We invoke thy kindling ray ; 
Dawn upon our spirits' night; 
Turn our darkness into day. 



3 To the anxious soul impart 

Hope all other hopes above ; 

Stir the dull and hardened heart 

With a longing and a love. 

4 Work in all, in all renew, 

Day by day, the life divine ; 
All our wills to thee subdue, 
All our hearts to thee incline. 



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When first I saw the Lord ? 

Where is the soul-refreshing view 
Of Jesus and his word? 

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd 
How sweet their mem'ry still ! 



But they have left an aching void 
The world can never fill. 

4 Return, O holy Dove, return, 

Sweet messenger of rest : 
I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 

And drove thee from my breast. 



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1 Walk in the light ! so shalt thou 

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That fellowship of love, 
His spirit only can bestow, 
Who reigns in light above. 

2 Walk in the light ! and thou shalt 

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Thy heart made truly his, 
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Thy darkness passed away, 
Because that light hath on thee shone 

In which is perfect day. 

Walk in the light ! thy path shall be 
Peaceful, serene, and bright ; 

For God, by grace, shall dwell in 
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And God himself is light. 



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1 My God, I love thee, not because 

I hope for heaven thereby ; 
Nor yet that they who love thee not 
Must burn eternally. 

2 Not with the hope of gaining aught, 

Nor seeking a reward ; 



But as thyself hast loved me 
O ever-loving Lord ! 

3 E'en so I love thee, and will love, 
And in thy praise will sing ; 
Because thou only art my Lord, 
And my eternal King. 



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Trav'ler, blessedness and light, 

Peace and truth, its course portends. 
Watchman, will its beams, alone, 

Gild the spot that gave them birth ? 
Trav'ler, ages are its own ; 

See, it bursts o'er all the earth. 



3 Watchman, tell us of the night, 

For the morning seems to dawn, 
Trav'ler, darkness takes its flight : 

Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
Watchman, let thy wand'ring cease; 

Hie thee to thy quiet home. 
Trav'ler, lo ! the Prince of Peace, 

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Waiting, waiting, oh, how fair! 
'Tis a Pilgrim, strange and kingly, 

Never such was seen before. 

Ah! my soul, for such a wonder, 

Wilt thou not undo the door? 

2 Knocking, knocking, still He's there, 
Waiting, waiting, wondrous fair ; 
But the door is hard to open, 

For the weeds and ivy- vine, 
With their dark and clinging tendrils, 
Ever round the hinges twine. 

3 Knocking, knocking— what, still there ? 
Waiting, waiting, grand and fair ; 
Yes, the pierced band still knocketh, 

And beneath the crowned hair 

Beam the patient ej T es, so tender, 

Of thy Saviour, waiting there. 

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Our hearts in christian love; 
The fellowship of kindred minds 
Is like to that above. 

2 Before our Father's throne 

We pour our ardent prayers ; 
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are 
Our comforts and our cares, [one, 

3 We share our mutual woes, 

Our mutual burdens bear; 
And often for each other flows 
The sympathizing tear. 

4 When we asunder part, 

It gives as inward pain; 
But we shall still be joined in heart, 
And hope to meet again. 

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Most gracious 'Lord ; 
No tender voice like thine 
Can peace afford. 
Refrain. — I need thee, oh ! I need thee ; 
Every hour I need thee ; 
O bless" me now, my Saviour, 
I come to thee. 




2 I need thee every hour ; 

Stay thou near by ; 
Temptations lose their pow'r 
When thou art nigh.— liefr. 

3 I need thee every hour, 

In joy or pain ; 
Come quickly and abide, 
Or life is vain. — Jicfr. 

4 I need thee every hour ; 

Teach me thy will ; 

And thy rich promises 

In me fulfil.— Refr. 

5 I need thee every hour, 

Most Holy One ; 
Oh, make me thine indeed, 
Thou blessed Son. -_7?c/r. 
Winnowed Hymns, p. 3. 

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1 Within these doors assembled now, 

We wait thy blessing, Lord ! 
Appear within the midst, we pray, 
According to thy word. 
Cho.— We would believe, we do believe , 
Thy promises are sure ; 
O make us, by thy grace divine, 
Thy children true and pure. 

2 May some sweet promise be applied, 

When we attempt to read ; 

For this alone can give support 

In every time of need.— Cho. 

3 O breathe upon our lifeless souls, 

And raise each drooping heart ; 
That we may see thy smiling face 
Before we' hence depart. — Cho. 

4 And now, O blessed Spirit, come ! 

We long to see thee move ; 
Strengthen our faith, revive our zeal, 
And fill us all with love.— Cho. 

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1 O thou, to whom all creatures bow, 
Within this earthly frame ; 

Through all the world how great art thou 
How glorious is thy name ! 

2 When heaven thy beauteous work on high 

Employs my wond'ring sight, 
The moon that nightly rules the skv, 
With stars of feebler light, 

3 Lord, what is man, that thou shouldst 
To bear him in thy mind ! [deign 

Or what his race, I hat thon shouldst prove 
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Teach thy wayward child to pray ; 
How to shun the ways of sin, 
How the crown of life to win. 

Chorus. Till I shout the angel psalm, 
Till I wave the victor's palm, 
Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 
Wave the victor's palm. 

2 May the sweet and heavenly Dove, 
Come and till this heart with love ; 
Every evil passion quell, 

Every thought of sin dispel. — Clio. 

3 Fill my heart with heavenly peace, 
Bid my stormy passions cease ; 
Conquer all my foes within, 

Still the raging waves of sin.— Clio. 

4 May the holy angels spread 
Guardian wings around my head ; 
May thy dear and loving eye 

Watch my footsteps from on high.— Cho. 

5 Heavenly Father, teach the way, 
Teach thy wayward child to pray ; 
How to shun the ways of sin, 
How the crown of life to win.— Cho. 

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Where bright angei feet have trod, 
With its crystal tide forever 
Flowing by the throne of God. 

Chorus.— Yes, we'll gather at the river, 
The beautiful, beautiful river, 
Gather with the saints at the river, 
That Hows by the throne of God. 

2 On the margin of the river, 

Washing up its silver spray, 
We will walk and worship ever, 
All the happy, golden day.— Clio. 

3 Ere wc reach the shining river, 

Lay we every burden down ; 
Grace our spirits will deliver, 
And provide a robe and crown.— Cho. 

i At the smiling of the river, 
Mirror of the Saviour's face, 
Souls whom death will never sever 
Lift their songs of saving grace.— Clio. 
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Who the Saviour obey, 

And have 'aid up their treasures above ; 
Tongue can never express 
The sweet comfort and peace 
Of a soul in its earliest love. 

2 That sweet comfort was mine, 
When the favor divine 

I received through the love of the Lamb ; 

When my heart first believed, 

Wnat a joy I received— 
What a heaven in Jesus' name ? 

3 It was heaven below 
My Redeemer to know r , 

And the angels could do nothing more 

Than to fall at his feet, 

And the story repeat, 
And the Lover of sinners adore. 

4 Jesus, all the day long, 
Was my joy, and my song ; 

My redemption thro' faith in his name ; 

O, that all might believe, 

And salvation receive, 
And their song and their joy be the same. 
Vestry Harmonies, p. 14. 

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But let us journey on, 
The moments will not tarry, 
This life will soon be gone. 

Chorus.— There is sweet rest in heaven, 

There is sweet rest in heaven, 

There is sweet rest, there is sweet rest, 

There is sweet rest in heaven. 

2 We're soldiers of Christ's army, 

Enlisted for the war, 
We'll fight beneath his banner, 
In faith, and love and prayer.— Clio. 

3 Our Captain's gone before us, 

He bids us rise and come ; 
High up in endless glory, 
He calls us to our home.— Clio. 

i Come, Christians, don't grow weary, 
But let us journey on ; 
The moments will not tarry, 
This life will soon be gone.— Clio. 

Vestry Harmonies, p. 15. 



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1 Lord, thou hast won, at Length I yield, 

My heart, by mighty grace compelled, 
Surrenders all to thee; 

Against thy terrors long I strove, 
But who can stand before thy love? 

Love conquers even me. 

2 If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll, 
And lightnings hash to blast my soul, 

I Btiil had stubborn been: 
But mercy has my heart subdued, 
A loving Saviour I have viewed, 

And now I hate my sin. 

3 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone; 
Come, take possession of thine own, 

For thou hast set me free; 
Eeleas'd from sin, at thy command 
See all my pow'rs in waiting stand, 

To be employed by thee. 

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Sweet land' of liberty, 

Of thee I sing ; 
Land where my fathers died, 
Land of the pilgrim's pride, 
From cv'ry mountain side 

Let freedom ring. 

2. My native country ! thee, 
Land of the noble free, 

Thy name I love ; 
I love thy rocks and rills, 
Thy woods and templed hills 
My heart with rapture thrills 

Like that above. 

3. Let music swell the breeze, 
And ling from all the trees 

sweet freedom's song ! 
Let mortal tongues awake ; 
Let all that breathe partake ; 
Let rocks their silence break; 

The sound prolong! 

4. Our fathers' God ! to thee, 
Author of liberty, 

To thee we Bing: 
Long may our land be bright 
With freedom's holy light; 
Protect us by thy might, 

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Let me to thy bosom fly, 
While the waters near me roll, 

While the tempest -till is nigh ; 
Hide me, O, my Saviour, hide, 

Till the storm of life i- past ; 
Safe into the haven guide, 

O, receive my soul at last. 

2 Other refuge I have none, 

Hangs my helpless soul on thee; 
Leave, O leave me not alone : 

Still support and comfort me ; 
All my trust on thee is stayed ; 

All my help from thee I bring ; 
Cover my defenceless head 

With the shadow of thy wing. 

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1 Beneath the shadow of the cross, 

As earthly hopes remove, 
His new commandment Jesus gives, 
His blessed word of love. 

2 O bond of union, strong and deep J 

O bond of perfect peace ! 
Not even the lifted cross can harm, 
If we but hold to this. 

3 Then, Jesus, be thy Spirit ours ; 

And swift our feet shall move 
To deeds of pure self-sacrifice, 
And the sweet ta>ks of love. 

Vestry liar monies, p. 130. 

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1 Jesus, I love thy charming name, 

Tie music to my ear; 
My tongue would sing thy praise so loud, 
That earth and heav'n might hear. 

2 All my capacious powers can wish 

In thee doth richly meel : 
Nor to my eyes is light so dear, 
Nor friendship half so sweet. 

3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart, 

And dwell in fragrance there,— 
The noblest balm of ail its wounds, 
The cordial of its care. 

4 I'll speak the honors of thy name 

With my expiring breath, 
And dying clasp thee in my arms, — 
The antidote of death. 



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Waving in the sky ! 
Reinforcements now appearing, 

Victory is nigh ! 
Cho.— " Hold the Fort, for I am coming," 

Jesus signals still ; 
Wave the answer back to heaven,— 

" By thy grace we will. " 
See the glorious banner waving, 

Hear the bugle blow, 
In our Leader's name we'll triumph 

Over every foe.— Cho. 
Fierce and long the battle rages, 

But our Help is near ; 
Onward comes our Great Commander : 

Cheer, my comrades, cheer ! — Cho. 
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'Tis well with the Righteous. 

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In every gloomy dell, 
Whate'er the robe that wraps the heart 
'Tis with the righteous well. 
Chorus.— 'Tis well, 'tis well, 'tis with the 
righteous well, 
In pleasure's light and sorrow's night 
'Tis with the righteous well. 

2 What words of holy comfort, 

Their sweetness who can tell ? 
Within the veil and o'er the flood, 
'Tis with the righteous well.— Cho. 

3 Though dripping clouds may gather, 

Anil grief the bosom swell, 
The trusting heart will ever sing, 
'Tis with the righteous well. — Cho. 

4 And when the strife is over, 

And hushed the solemn knell, 
Within the gates, around the throne. 
'Tis with the righteous well.— Cho. 

Vestry Harmonies, p. 72. 

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2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, 

A remnant weak and small, 
Hail him, who saves you by his grace, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

3 Babes, men and sires who know his love, 

Who feel your sin and thrall, 
Now join with all the hosts above, 
And own him Lord of all. 

4 Let every kindred, every tribe, 

On this terrestrial ball, 
To him all majesty ascribe, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

5 O that with yonder sacred throng, 

We at his feet may fall ; 
We'll join the everlasting song, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

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There shall a day arise, 
When all the race of man shall be 

With Jesus in the skies. 
Chorus.— There'll be no sorrow there ; 

There'll be no sorrow there ; 
In heaven above, where all is love, 

There'll be no sorrow there. 

2 As night before the rays 

Of morning flees away, 
Sin shall retire before the blaze 
Of God's eternal day.— Cho. 

3 As music fills the grove 

When stormy clouds are past, 

Sweet anthems of redeeming love 

Shall all employ at last.— Cho. 

4 Redeemed from death and sin, 

Shall Adam's numerous race 
A ceaseless song of praise begin, 
And shout redeeming grace. — Cho. 
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Bid this struggling heart be still ; 
Bid my fears and doubtings cease- 
Hush my spirit into peace. 

2 May thy will, not mine, be done ; 
May thy will and mine be one : 
Chase these doubtings from my heart ; 
Now thy perfect peace impart. 

3 Saviour ! at thy feet I fall ; 
Thou my life, my Lord, my all I 
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prayer, 
That calls me from a world of care, 
And bids me at my Father's throne 
Make all my wants and wishes known : 
In seasons of distress and grief, 
My soul has often found relief, 
And oft escaped the tempter's snare, 
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer ! 

2 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of 

prayer ! 
Thy wings shall my petition bear, 
To Him whose truth and faithfulness 
Engage the waiting soul to bless ; 
And since he bids me seek his face, 
Believe his word, and trust his grace, 
I'll cast on him my every care, 
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer ! 

3 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of 

prayer ! 
May I thy consolation share ; 
Till from Mount Pisgah's lofty height, 
The land Immortal lies in sight ; 
This robe of llesh I'll drop, and rise 
To share the heavenly home and prize, 
And sing in sweeter accents there, 
Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer ! 



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We are watching on the shore, 
Only waiting for the boatman, 
Soon he'll come to bear us o'er. 

2 Though the mist hang o'er river, 

And its billows loudly roar, 
Yet we hear the song of angels 
Watted from the other shore. 
We are waiting, etc. 

3 He has called for many a loved one, 

We have seen them leave our side ; 
With our Saviour we shall meet them, 
When we too, have crossed the tide. 
We are waiting, etc. 

4 When we've pass'd that vale of Bhadows, 

With its dark and chilling tide, 
In that bright and glorious city 
We shall ever more abide. 
We are waiting, etc. 



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1 The morning light is breaking ; 

The darkness disappears ; 
The sons of earth are waking 

To penitential tears ; 
Each breeze that sweeps the ocean, 

Brings tidings from afar, 
Of nations in commotion 

Prepared for Zion's war. 

2 Rich dews of grace come o'er us, 

In many a gentle shower, 
And brighter scenes before us 

Are opening every hour. 
Each cry to heaven going, 

Abundant answer brings, 
And heavenly gales are blowing, 

With peace' upon their wings. 

3 Blest river of salvation, 

Pursue thy onward way, 
Flow thou to every nation, 

Nor in thy richness stay ; 
Stay not till all the lowly 

Triumphant reach their home ; 
Stay not till all the holy 

Proclaim, The Lord has come. 

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1 I lav me down to sleep, 

With little care 
Whether my waking find 

Me here or there ; 
A bowing, burdened head, 

That only asks to rest, 
Unquestioning, upon 

A loving breast. 

2 My good right hand forgets 

Its cunning now ; 
To march the weary march 

I know not how ; 
I am not eager, bold, 

Nor strong,— all that is past; 
I'm ready not to do, 

At last, at last. 

3 My half-day's work is done— 

This is my part; 
I give a patient God 

A patient heart ; 
And grasp his banner still, 

Though all the blue be dim, 
These stripes as well as stars 

Lead after him. 
[These lines were found under the pil- 
low Of a soldier who died in hospital at 
Port Royal.] — Music, p. 29, Vestry liar. 



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DEVOTIONAL MELODIES. 



Nearer, my G-od, to Thee. 



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1 Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee ; 
E'en tho' it be a cross 

That raiseth me ; 
Still all my sons? shall be, 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee. 

2 Tho* like a wanderer, 

Daylight all gone, 
Darkness be over me, 

My rest a stone, 
Yet in my dreams I'd be 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee 

3 There let the way appear, 

Steps up to heaven ; 
All that thou sendest me 

In mercy given, 
Angels to beckon me, 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee. 

4 Then with my waking thoughts 

Bright with thy praise, 
Out of my stony griefs 

Bethel I'll raise ; 
So by my woes to be 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee. 

Vestry Harmonies, p. 39. 



Liseher. 




1 Upward we lift our eyes, 

From God is all our aid, 
The God who built the skies, 
And earth and nature made. 
God is the tower 
To which I fly, 
His grace is nigh 
In ev'ry hour. 

2 My feet shall never slide, 

Nor fall in fatal snares, 

Since God, my guard and guide, 

Defends me from my fears. 

Those wakeful eyes 

That never sleep, 

Shall Israel keep 

When dangers rise. 



3 No burning heats by day, 

Nor blasts of evening air 
Shall take my health away, 
If God be with me there: 
Thou art my sun, 
And thou my shade, 
To guard my head 
By night or noon. 

4 Hast thou not given thy word 

To save my soul from death ? 
And I can trust ray Lord 
To keep my mortal breath. 
I'll go and come, 
Nor fear to die, 
Till from on high 
Thou call me home. 

Vestry Harmonies, p. So. 



Missionary Hymn. 




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1 Hail to the Lord's Anointed! 

Great David's greater Son, 
Hail in the time appointed, 

His reign on earth begun. 
He comes to break oppression, 

To set the captive free, 
To take away transgression, 

And rule in equity. 

2 He shall come down like show'rs 

Upon the fruitful earth, 
And love, and joy, like ilow'rs, 

Spring in his path to birth ; 
Before him on the mountains, 

Shall peace, the herald, go, 
And righteousness, in fountains, 

From hill to valley flow. 

3 For Him shall prayer unceasing, 

And daily vows ascend ; 
His kingdom still increasing, 

A kingdom without end: 
The tide of time shall never 

His covenant remove; 
His name shall stand for ever; 

That name to us is — Love. 

Vestry Harmonies, p. 65. 

Old Hundred. 




1 From all that dwell below the skies, 
Let the Creator's praise arise ; 
Let the Redeemer's name be sung 
Through every land, by every tongue. 

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord, — • 
Eternal truth attends thy word ; 

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, 
'Till suns shall riso and set no more. 



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INDEX OF TUNES. 



PAGE. 

All to Christ I owe 6s... 60 

Ariel C. P.M... 26 

Bera L. M. . .42 

Bovlston S. M.. .49 

Christian Loyalty C. M.. .22 

Clinging to the Cross 8s & 7s. . .57 

Come nearer Jesus 25 

Come, ye Disconsolate 47 

Crombie C. M. . .46 

Cross and Crown C. M. . . 29 

Dennis S. M. . . 53 

Duane St L. M...11 

Dundee C. M...63 

Faith C. M...56 

Federal Street L. M.. .21 

God is Love 8s & 7s. .. 15 

Hamburg L. M...34 

Hebron L. M...20 

He Leadeth Me 8s.. .28 

Hendon 7s. . . 61 

Henley 37 

Here is no Eest 9 

Home of the Soul 12s & 8s... 16 

Home, sweet Home 52 

Homeward Bound 14 

Horton 7s. . . 27 

I love to tell the Story 7s & 6s. . . 50 

I'm going Home 8s. . . 55 

I'm nearer my Home 48 

" 1 will follow" Thee " 8s & 7s .. 39 

Jesus saves me 35 



PAGE. 

Kingsley 10 

Meribah C. P. M.. .19 

My ain Countrie 30 

My Title Clear 8s & 6s... 32 

Naomi C. M. . . 24 

O Land of Rest 8s & 6s... 43 

Our Loved Ones Gone Before 23 

Paddington S. M...13 

Peterborough C. M. . . 58 

Pest for the Weary 8s & 7s.. .40 

Rockingham L. M. . . 59 

Rock of Ages 7s, 6 lines... 31 

Seymour 7s. . . 5 

Siloam C. M.. .33 

Star of Bethlehem 8s. . . 51 

Telemann's Chant 7s.. .62 

Tell me the Old Old Story 18 

The Glorious Cross 8s & 7s. . .54 

The Lord will Provide 21 

The Ninety and Nine 8 

The Precious Name 8s & 7s 6 

The Rifted Rock 8s & 7s . . 7 

The Sweet Bv and Bv 9s-. . 4 

Union CM... 3 

Watchman 7s, double. . . 64 

We'll stand the Storm. . .8s & 6s.. .41 
What a Friend we have in Jesus 8s. . . 45 

Whittier C. M...17 

Woodstock C. M.. .44 

Work, for the Night is coming 38 

Work While the Day lasts 36 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 



PAGE. 

All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name. . .68 
Almighty God ! in trustful prayer . . 10 

Am I a soldier of the cross 22 

Arise, my soul, to Pisgah's height. .41 

Beneath the shadow of the cross .67 

Blest be the tie that binds 65 

By cool Siloam's shady rill 33 

Come, Christians, don't grow weary 66 



PAGE. 

Come, ye disconsolate 47 

Come hither, all ye weary souls. . . .42 

Come, said Jesus' sacred voice 27 

Come, thou omniscient Son of man. 56 

Come unto me when shadows 37 

Did Christ o'er sinners weep 53 

Father, whate'er of earthly bliss. ... 24 
Feeble, helpless, how shall 1 61 



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PAGE. 

Forth went the heralds of the cross. 10 
From all that dwell below the skies. 70 
God moves in a mysterious way. . . .44 
Hail, sweetest, dearest tie that binds 3 

Hail to the Lord's anointed 70 

Heavenly Father, gracious name. . .62 

Heavenly Father, teach the way 66 

He leadeth me ! O blessed thought. 28 
Help us to help each other, Lord . . . 58 
Here o'er the earth as a stranger. . . 9 
Here cares and angry passions cease 46 
Ho ! my comrades, see the signal. . .68 

How gentle God's commands 53 

How glorious is the hour 13 

I am far frae my hame 30 

If solid happiness we prize 19 

I hear the Saviour say 60 

" I hear the Saviour say/' 61 

I lay me down to sleep 69 

I long for household voices gone. . . 17 

I love to tell the story ,50 

I need thee every hour 65 

In God's eternity 68 

In some way or other 21 

In the Christian's home in glory. . .40 

In the cross of Christ I glory 54 

In the Rifted. Rock I'm resting 7 

Is there a lone and dreary hour 12 

I will follow thee, my Saviour 39 

I will sing you a song 16 

Jesus, I love thy charming name. . .67 

Jesus, immortal King, arise 29 

Jesus, lover of my soul 67 

Jesus saves me ev'ry day 35 

Just as I am, without one plea 3t 

Knocking, knocking, who is there. .65 

Laborers of Christ, arise 49 

Light of life, seraphic fire 62 

Like morning, where her early 11 

Lord ! I believe ; thy power I own. 58 
Lord, now we part, in thy blest name 35 

Lord, that I may learn of thee 61 

Lord, thou hast won, at length 67 

'Mid pleasures and palaces 52 

'Mid scenes of confusion 52 

My country, 'tis of thee 67 

My Father bids me come 53 

My God I love thee, not because. . .63 

My heavenly Father calls 49 

My heav'nly home is bright and fair 55 

My soul, be on thy guard 13 

Must Jesus bear the cross alone. . . .29 



PAGE. 

Nearer, my God, to thee 70 

O Father! though the anxious fear. 46 

O for a closer walk with God 63 

O for a faith that will not shrink. . . 56 
Oh, could I speak the matchless. . . .26 

O how happy are they 66 

Oh, how sweet when we mingle 23 

Oh, yet we trust that somehow good 1 1 

O land of rest, for thee I sigh 43 

One sweetly solemn thought 48 

On every sunny fountain 68 

O thou, to whom all creatures bow. 65 

Out on an ocean all boundless 14 

Prince of Peace, control my will 68 

Return, my soul, unto thy rest 20 

Rock of Ages, cleft for me 31 

Sad and weary with my longing. . .57 

Shall we gather at the river 66 

Softly now the light of day 5 

Sov'reign and transforming Grace. .62 

Sweet hour of prayer 69 

Take the name of Jesus with you. . . 6 

Teach me, my God and King 13 

Tell me the old, old story 18 

The morning light is breaking: .... 69 

The pity of the Lord 49 

There are lonely hearts to cherish. .36 
There's a land that is fairer than day 4 
There's a wideness in God's mercy. 25 

There were ninety and nine 8 

The stars of heaven are shining on. 34 

"lis a point I long to know 27 

Thou art the first, and thou the last 44 
Thou rock of my salvation, haste. . .29 
Thus far the Lord has led me on. . .20 

'Tis my happiness below 27 

To thine eternal arms, O God ! 12 

Upward we lift our eyes 70 

Walk in the light ! sb shalt thou. . .63 

Watchman, tell us of the night 64 

We are waiting by the river 69 

We would leave, O God, to thee. . . 5 
What a friend we have in Jesus. . . .45 

What sound is this, a song 15 

What various hindrances we meet. .59 

When darkness long has veiled 42 

When I can read my title clear 32 

When, marshalled on the nightly. . .51 
Within these doors assembled now. 65 

With joy we hail the sacred day 24 

With tearful eyes I look around 59 

Work, for the night is coming 38 



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